Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

I was about 5 years old when I noticed my brothers behavior changed and sometimes he would even scare me I remember him touching me inappropriately but I couldn’t tell my mom I knew she wouldn’t belive me I remember

Corey’s Story: God Knows Why

Corey’s Story: God Knows Why

I was a little baby. No care in the world, innocent, happy, when he came through the door. Grandma had just finished washing me up and laid me on the bed, went to go get something I guess. He came

Wilson’s Story: Memories of a Square Girl

Wilson’s Story: Memories of a Square Girl

My name is Wilson Shantae and I am a Sex Trafficking Survivor. My journey started at the age of 14. My mother was addicted to heroin and sold me to the neighborhood drug dealer, who at that time was my

Anonymous Story: My brother raped me

Anonymous Story: My brother raped me

In the morning I was shocked and confused and said no one could find out and it never happen again.

Anonymous Story: the biblical wife?

Anonymous Story: the biblical wife?

I would tell her I am not well or now is not the right time. She would ignore my plea and play with my penis. I would many times tell her to stop but she would then come on top of me. I would tell her to get off and to keep me quiet she would cover my mouth with her hand to keep me from talking.

Anonymous Story: A EVIL EVIL FAMILY

Anonymous Story: A EVIL EVIL FAMILY

Where do I begin my story is so horrendous. Lets start from the beginning my mums bf moved in when I was about 7. He was doing everything he shouldn't have been doing to a 7 year old girl. He done anything and everything apart from intercourse. Also made me do things to him. Everytime he left my bedroom I would cut myself hoping I would die.

Anonymous Story: Uncle Did It

Anonymous Story: Uncle Did It

I’ve known this man since age six, he’s my step-uncle. Growing up he’d always “joke” about how we’d end up married, everyone would laugh and call him crazy so I just assumed he was playing, but the older I got

Anonymous Story: I’m 17: I was sexually forced yesterday and am scared because it can happen again.

Anonymous Story: I’m 17: I was sexually forced yesterday and am scared because it can happen again.

He then told me that most of my facial features were that of a girl and men here would love that. I punched him but then he punched me back in my stomach so hard that I've got this purple bruise which hurts even when i twitch a muscle. I blacked out at that point and he juat took of my shorts and then assaulted me for what seemed like hours.

Anonymous Story: Because the Bible says so

Anonymous Story: Because the Bible says so

Basically, since I lost my virginity, despite being raped, and was unable to wed my first rapist (he was my father after all),so I deserved death. Since I was unable to scream when it was happening, it didn't count as rape, so I was a whore who deserved death.

Anne’s story: Still carrying this 47 years later

Anne’s story: Still carrying this 47 years later

My biggest fear for over 40 years was that I would not be heard or believed, that I would be somehow guilty by association. I knew it could destroy families if people knew what had happened and so I continued to disregard my own needs.

Sydnee’s Story: They didn’t care about me at all

Sydnee’s Story: They didn’t care about me at all

Thats when he pulled out the gun. He put it up against my head and told me that if i didnt stop fighting him then he would pull the trigger. And I believed him so i stopped.. I stopped fighting and at that moment my life had changed forever. I felt empty.. numb.. after he was finished with me her threw me back into my room on the bed. I laid there naked and exposed. I was 9.. nine years old. Couldn't cry.. couldn't be mad. I didnt know what to feel. I couldnt feel.

Anonymous Story: Being raped by my sister.

Anonymous Story: Being raped by my sister.

To this day, I resent being born into my family. I still see my sister from time to time, and looking at her still scares me. It hurts knowing I don't love my family. I look at my mother and hate her. It hurts knowing she could have helped me, and chose not to.

Anonymous Story: We will be shamed

Anonymous Story: We will be shamed

hate boys mens all together. I stay as far as aways as i can from people. But through all of that I'm still standing here and telling my story. I'm just gonna try to move on with life.
Thank you for reading my story.

Anonymous Story: He Was Supposed To Be My Father Figure

Anonymous Story: He Was Supposed To Be My Father Figure

She wouldn't let him near me. But, my brothers still had to see him every week. He taught them to call me "princess" (his pet name for me) and "whore". They were 10 and 7.

Anonymous Story: My rape story first time being publicly said clearly

Anonymous Story: My rape story first time being publicly said clearly

I have to be nice to my brother. He raped me. I live with him. I see him everyday. Nothing has changed, I still sleep in the same room and our privacy tree is now gone cut by the neighbors.

Anonymous Story: Me Too…

Anonymous Story: Me Too…

I spoke up at 4….my mother didn't believe me.
I spoke up at 13….my mother told me it was my fault for being friendly and open
I spoke up at 16….my mother told me that all women go through this and that is our lot in life

Anonymous Story: “Me, too”

Anonymous Story: “Me, too”

It was until two hours passed we out of the room and ran to my grandmother. We tried telling her what he did to us but she kept saying not my [S] not my [S] he would never do that. So when my mother arrived I decided that I was going to tell her but keep out the details but that he was just touching us I don’t truly remember her reaction that day.

Anonymous Story: How my life long addiction began.

Anonymous Story: How my life long addiction began.

I got noticed but by the wrong eyes not my parents but by family the ones that had those hunters eyes greedy stealing perverted eyes monster eyes.

Anonymous Story: Incomplete Thoughts

Anonymous Story: Incomplete Thoughts

For the past year I had began to have very complex nightmares. Not the kind where you’re riding a rollercoaster and you fall out or some shit like that. Like surreal ideas that someone I thought would protect me and never harm me did just that.

ReeRee’s Story: Brother Raped me at 7 years old everyday for 4 years. I’m now 21. And need advice.

ReeRee’s Story: Brother Raped me at 7 years old everyday for 4 years. I’m now 21. And need advice.

I've just lost myself. I've got no shoulder to cry on, I have nobody and having no family and friends at 21 years old is so unusual.

Anonymous Story: An Open Letter to the Man that Raped My Little Girl and the People that Protected Him

Anonymous Story: An Open Letter to the Man that Raped My Little Girl and the People that Protected Him

** Names in this story were changed** She’s grown now but she’ll never be able to live life normally. You stole everything from her. You stole her hopes, her dreams and her ability to ever have any sort of confidence

Anonymous Story: Raped By My Stepdad

Anonymous Story: Raped By My Stepdad

When I was 5 years old I was raped by my stepdad one night I was in bed I shared with my mom and my stepdad and I was always scared to sleep in the dark and that night I

Abbie’s story: this is my story.

Abbie’s story: this is my story.

For years this went on. I blamed myself "I must of done something to show him I was interested" "maybe I should of stayed st home that night none of this would of happened" ofcourse I got worse and worse as the years went on.

Zeena’s Story: I’m Still Struggling

Zeena’s Story: I’m Still Struggling

I would question myself and wonder why he would want to rape an ugly fat girl like me. I was bullied at my school for being overweight and Muslim. I was scared that no one would believe or care if I told them or that they'd separate me from my family and talk shit about my religion or assume everyone in my religion does that.

Anonymous Story: Everything was supposed to be safe

Anonymous Story: Everything was supposed to be safe

I have nightmares of you trying to rape me again. I have nightmares of locked bathrooms and bedrooms, of not being able to escape from your grasp. I am 22 years old now and still live with fear and anger.

Anonymous Story: Rape in the Haitian community

Anonymous Story: Rape in the Haitian community

A deacon in the church received 3 years probation after raping and molesting a child from 2010-2017 because of lack of evidence. The same deacon had rape before but it was never reported to the police.

Rose’s Story: My Entire Sexual Experience

Rose’s Story: My Entire Sexual Experience

I went to sleep without crying. The next night, I couldn't keep it hidden anymore. I told my parents. They believed me, until they started getting the story from me. My aunt and uncle got involved. Soon, I had four very angry adults staring down at me, believing I'd made up the rape allegation for some drama. They told me it wasn't rape because it wasn't prosecutable.

Anonymous Story: Erased From My Brothers Memory

Anonymous Story: Erased From My Brothers Memory

When we left I remember what he said "Let's just forget we ever did that ok? Neither of us can tell anyone" I agreed & went on with my life.. it never happened again…

Loralie’s Story: Truth or Dare

Loralie’s Story: Truth or Dare

they say oh girls it’s the way that they dress gets them raped the way that they act the way that they talk to people they talk to they say it’s with all girls it just depends on how they

Anonymous Story: dad raped me, grandma covered for him

Anonymous Story: dad raped me, grandma covered for him

Afterwards he told me if i ever told a soul he would kill me and my mother. This memory rises up rarely to haunt my dreams but it’s been doing it a lot more these last few months.

[X]’s Story: Running Road to Recovery

[X]’s Story: Running Road to Recovery

I’m always waiting for the next bad thing to happen or for someone to hurt me. Anxiety, depression, and symptoms of PTSD (nightmares and flashbacks) were consuming me while I tried to just let momentum and fake smiles cover it up. That’s just not working anymore.

Madison’s Story: Why I am the way I am

Madison’s Story: Why I am the way I am

Here I am 21, years old, I still remember every horrible moment every day even when I wish I can't. I'm not completely sure if it's the reason why but I think all of this has made me severely depressed, some years it wasn't so bad, other years I was I black hole. I felt nothing, I still feel nothing,

Anonymous Story: Grandad’s betrayal

Anonymous Story: Grandad’s betrayal

He started grooming me with tickle games which quickly turned in to him touching me in inappropriate places.

Anonymous Story: My dad: I don’t think he’ll ever stop

Anonymous Story: My dad: I don’t think he’ll ever stop

I want to tell and cry my eyes out to my sister, but if I do then I won't be able to afford college without my dad. I'm waiting on him to change so i won't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore.

Anonymous Story: A Strong Woman!

Anonymous Story: A Strong Woman!

Once the lil girl confronted her abuser . she finally realized that she wasn't a lil girl anymore, but has become one of the strongest lady's I know.

Anonymous Story: Only 7 Years Old

Anonymous Story: Only 7 Years Old

Im already crying and wish I would have just died. I try to be the strong funny girl but i'm broken. I feel like anything I do I can't get that day out of my head.

Anonymous Story: A Memory I Want to Erase

Anonymous Story: A Memory I Want to Erase

I will point out I am a boy age 17. This happened about 6 months ago when I was 16 by my 13 year old sister. I was always the more timid one and she was more aggressive. She calls

Wife’s Story: My Husband, My Rapist

Wife’s Story: My Husband, My Rapist

It happen with my kids in the next room; he grabbed me and pulled me by my arms .My head hitting the floor I was dragged into the closet.He then pulled his pants down put his penis in my mouth

Saasha’s Story: Journey to Darkness

Saasha’s Story: Journey to Darkness

Every time I was running/or pushing him away, we were facing his anger. It was everyday story. I remember sitting in the corner of my cousin's room, scared, closed eyes, covering my ears while he was screaming my name outside. To calm him down, my grandparents and his wife makes me sit next to him in living room. Where he was touching my thighs, trying to kiss me, rotating my face to look at him. I can't forget his scary face and laugh. No one was stopping him, he was coming to my room every other night.

M’s Story: 16 Times

M’s Story: 16 Times

I am sitting here, and a perpetrator is being inaugurated into the presidency, in the United States. I can not function today. I needed to tell my story somewhere because starting last night I kept waking up with these numbers repeating over and over again, my own thoughts and my own story jolting me throughout the night. And today, a day where I can not move. I am frozen.